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When asked what there names were
one responded quickly and spoke with a very heavy voice
saying his stage name was "Rink rasher"
and his partners was " Fresh Meat"
he shook my hand and began a conversation:
while his partner stood silent with a frown on his face.
I was try to bring him into the conversation asking questions often he'd just grunt and smile. He was a star helmeted Jammer and a successful one.
But when he finally opened up
I found him to be friendly, nice and smart.
He knew the journalist terms from his failed attempt at journalism
darning his college days,
he said he found fame and fortune on his debut night as a pro.
After a botched attempt at scoring he had skated 31 laps before the bout had concluded. And was the success of the night!
He told me a story about a guy named "Carny" James a fight guy rassler who was a flute plyer and parttime zylophone player. He gotta jig with this RubMusic crooner.(R$B Singer)
well they were going into the studio
to record this jam: he asked me to come and critic his groups sound, I did a jornelist was there and asked me
to do the interview for the group since I had taken jornelism in school I did the mag-session as they called it.
Well the cooner guy's backup singers didn't show up
and he needed someone to say oo-ooh softly intune.
I couldn't carry a note to a grocery store much less sing he got me in tune and I did it.
I never thought anything about it but one day royality check started coming in and I realized I was a rockstar and a Derby guy. Then I got into rassling and these guy's from hockey started getting us into trouble. Hockey guys and Roller Derby guy's don't get along!
The Death of Art
He was an artist, a painter spending much of his time
in his mother's garage painting when not out drinking with his many friends who were art lovers too, although some were hangers-on enjoying what they thought was a carefree life.
His family came from an industrious group who
had investments in many commercial enterprises and therefore were concerned about the clan's reputation
they regarded his attempt to develop his skill as useless
waste of time.
One day I came into the house having spent hours in the garage trying to get the color right in a landscapes
painting and failed, the clan waiting for him
they told him how great it could be if he joined the firm
paint he could do for fun
The family won, next day he appeared in a suit and came to
the office quickly grasped the trade of making money
he was good at this and soon advanced to higher-up
waiting for his turn to be the next president and perhaps
a title and fawning respect.
To make the picture idyllic of perfection and success
he had a beautiful wife and two lovely children not
a stable with Arabian horses and several dogs, but his mother, perhaps the only one in the family was worried
she missed her son.
He avoided his friends, no, he didn't want to talk about his art it was for passing the time. He now had a calling to make the business selling fertilizer products worldwide, but we saw in his eyes his deep desperation, a soul crying in the night
One morning the horses were neighing, dogs barking
he hangs from the rafter in his stable.
He got a stately funeral, flowers, and wreaths from afar
his mother was sad she had lost him so many years ago she had been crying
Addicts injecting, ingesting,
and inhaling their drugs.
It's a dangerous life,
trying to keep pace with the thugs.
The addict uses,
and pays dearly for the sin.
The disease,
effects all, it's under his skin.
The trenches are full,
of front-line soldiers affected by addiction.
The city and the state scream,
it's not their jurisdiction.
Addiction is not a choice,
that one makes,
They ended up,
addicts by mistake.
Addicts are not
moral failures,
Their wounded warriors'
drugs are their inhalers.
They are not,
week of character,
Dealing with emotional pain,
they hit a barrier.
Addiction is the reaction,
to emotional pain.
It's cradle to grave,
in the fast lane.
98% of addicts,
were harmed when they were young.
They often have,
mental issues and are high-strung.
Using drugs,
is an attempt to deal with the issues.
Without proper guidance,
the addict continues.
Something went wrong,
a long time ago,
From that day on,
it's been touch and go.
Shame, guilt,
I must be a bad kid,
When your young,
the pain stays hid.
It festers up,
much later in life,
It affects all
you, your kids and your wife.
You are not fully aware,
of this inner shame,
When you find it,
where do you put the blame?
You go crazy,
trying to figure out what to do,
You attempt suicide,
you trying to kill you……
Turbo1904
My epitaph writ large...
courtesy third person singular.
Mise en scène pour décès
pardon his feeble attempt at French,
a unilingual English language
quibbling, and scribbling mensch
strongly advises applying
left handed monkey wrench,
which custom designed tool
assigned impossible mission
to discern sense and sensibility
regarding following poetic thread
subject of a fool's errand.
Mein kampf witnessed, punctuated,
and evinced courtesy final breath
automatically triggering (tumblr
to activate) final curtain call
and unremarkable death.
As stipulated in the living will
cremation of his lifeless body
cremated into soft gray powder.
A prerecorded hashtagged obituary
downloaded to individual smartphones
and simultaneously appeared on
the following poetry websites:
COSMOFUNNEL, Hello Poetry,
Neopoet, My Poetic Side, Poetry Soup,
PoetryNook, PoetryVibe, Prose|
A community of readers and writers,
and All Poetry.
He hesitated and lost out
on game of life big time
even fumbling crafting reasonable rhyme
noshing, spending, and whiling
inordinate amount of hours
squirreled away in his bedroom
surrounding himself with reading material.
He amassed fountainhead of knowledge
quietly engorging cerebral gray matter
whereat noggin swelled up
rivaling globe, but Atlas shrugged
at him, whose head
resembled the first Chinese brother
who swallowed the sea.
Odd his voracious appetite
to buzzfeed with one
after another binary byte
zealous precocity to engross himself
with storied reading material
that does extremely excite
(at the expense of healthy socialization)
where his imagination took flight,
nevertheless myopic eyes of his
did glean insight
keeping his cute button nose
between pages of choice morsels
to appease hunger
keeping himself awake
drinking high test coffee
during darkness aided by jacklight
processing meaty material with might
experiencing abundant, exultant,
intoxicant, over-extravagant
joie de vivre day or night,
a balm, elixir, inebriate... quite
the panacea to abet emotional incapacitation
which entails crafting poems
oftimes spending efforts
with efforts undertaking rewrite
unwittingly garnering a fanbase
courtesy ideology doth unite.
She was not delicate,
she was an athlete,
poised, confident,
yet withdrawn.
She had competed,
pushed herself to the
edge of her limits,
overcame the long,
dull, training sessions,
and finished her race.
Now she stood with her
team mates, her adversaries,
watching the sports therapist
knead their muscles, ease
their tension, reward their
success for they had all
succeeded. She pulled her
hat down tightly over
her head, and watched,
edging slowly closer.
Finally, she committed
herself to the inevitable
and took her place. It was
a simple occipital release
technique, and it had dislodged
the hat from every head.
She pulled her hat tighter,
and slowly relaxed.
The muscles were eased,
the tension allowed to
drain. Then – it happened!
The hat slipped, falling
to the ground. She made no
attempt to retrieve it,
made no attempt to cover
the emblem of her cancer.
When her post event massage was
over, the therapist picked up
her hat and handed it to her.
She did not put it back on.
She was beautiful, in the delicate
innocence of childhood.
She was an athlete.
John G. Lawless
7/2/2014
I did write poems on each Rune.
The Frissian futhorc I assume,
Each new rune lesson learnt- a boon.
Art and poems I showed to kin.
Kin stated poems and art a win,
Rune poems writ came from within.
Ink drawings for each rune, I start.
Each drawing did was from the heart,
Art and poem don’t stand apart.
Runes chosen in a random way.
By meditative state I say,
Stick hand in sac, get one that day.
Relate the rune to the days hap.
Rune telling in sync that’s a rap,
Rune cite not in sync, isn’t crap.
Those months were a milestone to me.
Rune views can make you unhappy,
Either way their help uncanny .
My first attempt a great success.
Second push better, I confess.
Both achievements great ,I profess.
Write it down
Write it down, write it down,
Write it down when you are really down.
Write it down, write it down,
Write it down, when you are really down.
Or push them down, push them down,
Push those feelings deep, deep down.
If you are feeling worthless,
Write something that is priceless.
Be true to your words and say what you mean
And your words will leap from the paper and into the machine.
The machine that needs feeding, with feelings and thoughts;
Then you shall begin to write your own books.
Your bible of your time, your life in your own words;
Write it because you have to, or you want to, or write it for him or her.
Find a guitar man to sing your songs,
Get them to sing your words and sing along.
Kill the aesthetics, write something that means something.
Do not care about the consequences,
They cannot take offence if they never see it.
Upload your thoughts into the world-wide-web
And watch them drift off into the atmosphere
And change the atmosphere inside someone else’s head.
Make them think about what you write,
Because you know you are right
And maybe with a little insight,
They will agree or disagree;
But they will see the world through your eyes.
You can’t please all the people all the time,
So don’t attempt to please anyone but yourself.
Because your thoughts are right, to you they are correct;
Tell anyone with negative words to go to Hell.
Because this is what you believe;
But knowledge is power, so read and watch T.V.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
He foils all jokes, punchlines and jocularity
He foils all contrary philosophies in hilarity
He's sarcastic and sardonic, he's even ironic
Soon to be iconic and witted supersonic
He stands for absolute truth, this trailer trash sleuth
Rap Reynolds is his name, giving noogies is his game
This spark started in a trailer park
Conceived to be, and to leave his mark
A foiler of all who attempt comedy
And the outcome (for them) is a tragedy
All those who claim contrariness will be slain
He will counteract the bane of the vain
Spoiler alert The Foiler has come to foil the plans
Ready, aim, fire and all the funny business dying with a laugh
Oh no it seems every time an Eighties tune is played
(Within earshot) I transport instantly to that time and space
And for every knee slapper there is a counteract-er
He never went to college and he'll steal all your musical knowledge
P.S. Does he chortle and guffaw at every flaw
Is he witty and urbane towards the lines that are flubbed
Nah he just needs his tummy rubbed
And even though she is in a different dimension
He thinks a lot of Emma Bankz, she's his cardinal direction
I bleed concepts, coldest hearts fail to execute first attempt
Not shaken or slightly discouraged
Explore your choices no need to voice my opinion
Volumes of knowledge bloodied and scarred from the battle
By far a worthy friend
Resilient in the face of oppisition
Convinced i am convicted
I've been a free man ever since it
I see you sense my presence
A heart of a Spartan detected
Suffer sorrow in silence
I enjoy the burden when i can carry it
Despair none, think nothing of it
Storms and pain that you can;t count the amount of
Emotions I master you
Feelings they just make me numb some
Lady's i'm sorry it's not your fault by far girls
fellow survivors, fallen soldiers i salute you
Sighs for their loved ones in their last breath before death and I respect it
Deterred No! not fazed by false friends
As false as their words are
As far as their heart is from me
No need to show them
I am a Leader, I lead men
destined, chosen to fall and rise higher
Competition I love it, I'll race if you wanna test me
Sweating not one fiery dart, calm in the face of fire
Hot headed...... I'm a straight line once you cross me
forgiving out of respect for another human
As always out of care and concern
And if you try to play me
I'm a black sheep like Willy Mays
I played with the Greatest
Learn from misteps mis-taken
I've survived on seashells don't mistake it
Braced for betrayal, Related to many men of Valor
Persuasive when i got a point to make
Evasive mischievous I know the tricks of the coyote
If the feelings there I'm catching ponies
And before I go out to war I get my Blessing from the Medicine man
Move on...I've tried
Alone with the silent tears I've cried
Then are the tears that just will no longer fall
Feel like I'm beating my head repeatedly up against the wall
Yes, I still have our moments, our memories and no one can take them away
But that don't give me you being here with me today
You realize you never moved on completely, and some like me had never really budged,
when suddenly you remember all those little things you had once forgot
So many small things that remind me constantly of you, there are a lot
I've attempted to save those times in my heart and soul, and thought I was content with
leaving them lie in the past
It didn't work after all, and now it's time to make our love known, just look at how, after all
these years, it's last
How I would love to again be wrapped in your arms, looking deep into your eyes, and
stealing another kiss
But mostly it's the dreaming with you I extremely miss
Inside of me there is, for you, a burning fire
A deep endless eternal desire that keeps taking me higher and higher
It burns so intense not even the tears from which I sometimes drown
Can come close to putting it out, or dimming it down
I'm reading between the lines, should have always been cause that's what I hold onto now
that I'm older
Even if without you here my life keeps growing colder
I've got no where at all left to hide
I think that love has let it be known and telling me that it's finally found me
Because I so very much need you by my side
Together our hearts and souls can forever be free
Alone yeah there are still silent tears I cry
But letting you go, I've tried
My heart, soul, and mind
Tell me when I attempt this now I'm doing myself some kind of crime
Sure, sometimes there are tears that will no longer fall
Yet, I'm still in love with you through it all
Move on
Well I've done it for awhile but you've never really, from my life, gone
Because here in this moment for me
I'm stuck here in time
Inside my mind
With your memory